Psychomachia
Temple Of The Rising DustListen to the many wings
Flapping in the sky of the mind
They are the Angels in sweet euphony
They speak all the tongues of Babel
With voices that shaketh the Earth
And whispers that drive men doth insane
The Dark rages in an endless cacophony
A mad mind-piercing dragonish roar
Chanting a thousand chaotic tongues
Swaying the rising forming dust to fail
This is the Temple of the rising dust
Deep within the druming beating bust
Where the Words are flying all around
Like shards of a blade singing in a wound
Friday, July 15, 2005
"If you can write, let your pen speak. If you have darts in your heart, throw out your words."
~Havoc~
No matter how hard I can try
I cannot show you when I cry
My tears are falling from the sky
And my hopes fly beyond the tears
With nothing to pull back all my fears
It is like a dark heaven without any stars
I'm just a fool whose dreams have fallen apart
And the pieces rain down like piercing shards
Because you are not there to shelter my heart
I tried so hard to sing you that song
But I found that it just turned out wrong
As I fell from the edge with my broken wings
In the slumberance of the night
After the passing of the light
I spread my wings in flight
Sweet Gabrielle, sweet delight
Ever so pleasing to the sight
True blue eyes that look so right
Why do you look so uptight?
Sleep evades her at twelve midnight
Dreamless while trying as she might
I take her at the neck
Take her gently slowly, drinking
Drinking of a life that is shrinking
Sending her to bed just a little paler
Suckling her to sleep a little fairer
I fly away, a mosquito in the night.
The old legends are here to stay
They were never ever meant to fade away
Though kingdoms fall and mountains sway
There will always be a yesterday
Sing, sang, sung in many a lay
There were times of ardour
When great men of valour
Still fought in honour
They spoke no more no less than the truth
Even though they might be taken by death
They sought after peace for the land
But never failed to give an aiding hand
For the hapless and the meek
To raise for justice targe and brand
Sir Gawaine who championed integrity
Sir Percival who never fled a fight
Sir Lancelot who was the mighty
And Galahad the purest of them all
Old Merlin my fortune did make
He brought me to the Lady of the Lake
The sword of truth Excalibur I did take
I never remember what their eyes look like
Both wondrously enchantingly bright
With my given edge I did then break
The awesome skull of the fiery drake
And sweet Guineviere how could I forget
That loving thee my all in all regret
The world around us was so cold
Yet thy eyes would'st burning glow
My blood doth frozen over
But in thy loving hands and fold
My chilled heart soars in thy warmth
Devils curse and goblins shriek!
Morgan the stepsister who did betray me
Thus Mordred that bastard came to be
Sprung forth from a vile incestuous bed
Together they both razed and bled
Till the walls of beloved Camelot were red
But for all their villiany and slaughter
They paid dearly with their blood
I paid dearly too with my own tears and blood
Hence I did depart to Avalon to seek my brood
Excalibur I bid Sir Girflet to return to the Lake
This is the lay of the great Arthur Pentdragon
Son of Uther Pentdragon, Lord of the round table
And King of England by taking the sword in the stone
~Havoc~
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night ~ Without You
A Sky Of TearsNo matter how hard I can try
I cannot show you when I cry
My tears are falling from the sky
And my hopes fly beyond the tears
With nothing to pull back all my fears
It is like a dark heaven without any stars
I'm just a fool whose dreams have fallen apart
And the pieces rain down like piercing shards
Because you are not there to shelter my heart
I tried so hard to sing you that song
But I found that it just turned out wrong
As I fell from the edge with my broken wings
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Itch
Wings In The NightIn the slumberance of the night
After the passing of the light
I spread my wings in flight
Sweet Gabrielle, sweet delight
Ever so pleasing to the sight
True blue eyes that look so right
Why do you look so uptight?
Sleep evades her at twelve midnight
Dreamless while trying as she might
I take her at the neck
Take her gently slowly, drinking
Drinking of a life that is shrinking
Sending her to bed just a little paler
Suckling her to sleep a little fairer
I fly away, a mosquito in the night.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
There Were Times Of Valour
Arthur's ThemeThe old legends are here to stay
They were never ever meant to fade away
Though kingdoms fall and mountains sway
There will always be a yesterday
Sing, sang, sung in many a lay
There were times of ardour
When great men of valour
Still fought in honour
They spoke no more no less than the truth
Even though they might be taken by death
They sought after peace for the land
But never failed to give an aiding hand
For the hapless and the meek
To raise for justice targe and brand
Sir Gawaine who championed integrity
Sir Percival who never fled a fight
Sir Lancelot who was the mighty
And Galahad the purest of them all
Old Merlin my fortune did make
He brought me to the Lady of the Lake
The sword of truth Excalibur I did take
I never remember what their eyes look like
Both wondrously enchantingly bright
With my given edge I did then break
The awesome skull of the fiery drake
And sweet Guineviere how could I forget
That loving thee my all in all regret
The world around us was so cold
Yet thy eyes would'st burning glow
My blood doth frozen over
But in thy loving hands and fold
My chilled heart soars in thy warmth
Devils curse and goblins shriek!
Morgan the stepsister who did betray me
Thus Mordred that bastard came to be
Sprung forth from a vile incestuous bed
Together they both razed and bled
Till the walls of beloved Camelot were red
But for all their villiany and slaughter
They paid dearly with their blood
I paid dearly too with my own tears and blood
Hence I did depart to Avalon to seek my brood
Excalibur I bid Sir Girflet to return to the Lake
This is the lay of the great Arthur Pentdragon
Son of Uther Pentdragon, Lord of the round table
And King of England by taking the sword in the stone
